Your group takes their leave of the temple district and heads north into the ruins, searching for the Cyberpapal agents. A few kilometers into the trip, the familiar look of barricades across the road alerts you to another attempted ambush.

This time, however, a woman in chain mail that appears to have come straight from a Renaissance Faire whistles, and the other leather-clad humans stop before they can engage. She turns to them and announces: "Public drinking holiday today, folks! All work is now canceled so we can drink with our new friends," gesturing toward you.

The other humans cheer and tap a keg of beer for themselves. The woman steps up to your group: "They're addicted to that bitter-herb elf stuff. For you, I have some fine dwarven ale straight from the mainland that I keep for special occasions.

"But where are my manners? I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Jabbelline Agate-Eye, leader of this motley crew. What brings folks like you to our area?"

"Hiya I'm Case Morrow, pleased to metcha!" Case replies to the friendly band of (?)highway robbers.  "As far as what brings us to your neck of the woods, I don't suppose you've seen stranger looking folk than us pass through headin' North lately?  Cyberpriests, look like catholic priests but with metal bits in their skin?  We're trying to hunt them down."

"I know who you mean. We encountered them last night about a click and a half east of here. Cut down four of our band like they were dry twigs. The rest of us decided to vanish. This is a new area for us; we used to hang out further north but just came to this part of the ruins two nights before that." You detect a faint shudder in her body as she says the last part.